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“No, it’s my fuck room.”
Well, okay. I shouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want the answer.
“Yorks. Have you heard of them?”
“You mean that thing you almost touched before Grim got to you?”
“Yes, that.”
“How is it going with Grim, by the way? Have you spoken to him?”
“No. And I don’t wish to discuss that right now. I came for help, not questions.”
He nods and sits at the end of the bed. “Yorks are a myth. They have never existed in this world, but I do know stories of them,” he says with a grin.
“Can you please share?”
“For you? Of course.”
“Why are you so nice to me?” I blurt out. The stories about him and who he is don’t add up.
“Would you prefer me not to be?” he questions, looking amused.
“Well, no?” I say, unsure. “I just wasn’t sure if it’s a trick or…”
“No, it’s anything but. I liked your mother. And I see a lot of her in you. And if you care to know a secret… you are quite powerful, and it makes me proud,” he boasts.
“Thank you,” I say, the compliment warming me.
“You’re welcome. Now, to the stories of yorks. They are an entity, meaning they aren’t quite real, but they can take the form of those who have passed on. The stories say the way to kill them is to wait until they take a form, and then someone who has the ability to absorb the same way they do, or in the form of the way they do, has to absorb them. Where they take the lifeforce, you need someone to take theirs.”
“I can do that.”
“No, you cannot risk that. Have you forgotten something?” He motions to my stomach. “The heartbeat is loud. And while I get the feeling you haven’t told anyone yet, people will be hearing it soon, and you are starting to show.” I look down at my stomach and notice a small bump. “Your wolves will hear it soon enough.”
“Possibly,” I tell him. “Thank you. I won’t drop in like this again.”
He waves me off. “You are always welcome wherever I am, but next time, try to aim for the other side of the door.” He winks, and I smile before I leave.
When I get back, everyone is standing where I left them, waiting for me. It’s utterly still and silent.
“He only knew of myths,” I tell John.
Tatiana walks over and grips his arm.
“Myths?” he questions, confused.
“They aren’t from this world,” I remind him.
“Okay. So what did he know?”
“That the way to kill one is the same way they kill… by taking what is theirs.” I turn toward it, and as it locks eyes with me, it morphs into Max. He smiles, and I want to run over and hold his hand and let him wrap his arms around me so tightly I can’t breathe. Everything in me wants that, but I remain where I am, knowing full well that thing is not Max.
“You can’t do it. It could kill you. We aren’t even sure that’s the right way to kill it,” Tatiana says. “You could die. We can’t go out to help you either. We can’t risk it. We need to find another way.”
“And let it keep luring people out?” I push.
She shrugs. “If they are silly enough to believe it, knowing what it does, we can’t stop that.”
